[ she watches him move about; curious, somewhat. she doesn’t avert her gaze when he glances her way, though that steady watching takes on a questioning look, one accompanied by a raising of her brow, when his attention snags on her… neck? thankfully, he picks up the slack and fills the silence vi so gracefully forced them into, before she can break it with a what.

though, perhaps thankfully isn’t the right assessment.

progress day attack. vi doesn’t want to think about that. she has enough intel and theory in her head, aided largely by caitlyn, that vi knows the culprit. powder is here too; briefly, vi wonders what mr. ex-undercity would do if he knew about powder and her involvement… and more specifically, knew she’s here. she flicks her gaze to his crutch. likely nothing. the rule of law is different here. there are no enforcers at beck and call.

she scoffs, pushing out her right hip on a favoring of weight to that leg, arms crossing over her chest. ]

We can thank Silco for that. [ her? bitter? fuck yeah. ] He better hope he never finds his way here. He has a lot to answer to and I don’t feel much like listening, if you know what I mean.

[ the dirty, worn wrappings along her arms and hands are clue enough: she is very much into settling disputes her own way. ]